I arose

I arose
I arose from the fire
And saw nothing but dust
Swaying in the wind,
which gust wildly from left to right
And right to left
I arose from the fire
And saw no water;
The lakes and oceans
Dried up, like desert oasis
In the plain silent seas of love
I arose from heartbreak and sorrow,
To await for me on the tops of golden caped mountains
for me much more heartbreak and sorrow
That arises with the flames,
Follows not a storm of water, to sooth the sorrow,
But more fire to endure the pain of heartbreak
I arose to dust and ash
In a nightmare called “life”
And it was hell,
It still is hell,
But I still arise to a new day in hell.
-11-16-2013-

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Chris
WOW What a powerful and extremely deep write. I could feel all the anguish and anger building up inside you, pouring out of your heart and being penned.
Nicely done
Hugs and Love
Thanks for the great comment on my King Of Creeps poem